Excavating memories of working towards a PhD, looking back it was an epic journey
Passed this wall every time I took the bus to university
Retracing the steps of the PhD journey, I come across memories of: reading with Indigenous writers in Sydney, meeting with an interviewing an esteemed-passed -away Indigenous actor, visiting a women’s dreaming camp with Aunty Anne Thomas, and typing whilst rocking a baby on my lap, and more.
The Phd was a massive quest, spanning three countries, three universities, four supervisors, the birth of three children, a year off for full time work, living in three states of Australia and my husband completing his PhD. I look back and wonder that it was ever completed.
The journey of the Phd included: conversations with artists, carvers, writers, actors, about how their creativity empowered them, travelling overseas and attending conferences where friends were made, including an international playwright’s conference as a delegate for Australia, and the getting of wisdom and courage.
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